7 months and lots of changes for Noah:
-He started sleeping in his own bedroom at night. I didn't want him to ever leave the pack n play by my bedside but one early morning at 4 am, Sameer picked him up and moved him to his own room where he promptly fell asleep. So did we. He had been babbling (LOUDLY!) in our room since 2 am that night. I thought his first night in his own room would have been a little more ceremonious.
-He graduated from the infant carrier to a convertible car seat. This means he gets to sit up in the front of the shopping cart too - very fun for both of us and I humbly suspect it's a treat for everyone in the grocery store too.
-His vocabulary has expanded and he can be quite a chatterbox. (ba-ba-ba, da-da-da, ma-ma-ma, a-woah-woah, nah-nah-nah, ga-ga, typical baby talk)
-He's eating solids with lots of enthusiasm! His favorite is butternut squash :)
-And as of today, he crawls! Up until then he used the frog hop to get from one toy to another.
He's REALLY on the go during the day and is always trying to jump, scoot, crawl, eat, babble, laugh and grab...and then bedtime rolls around and here we are for his evening feeding. Sometimes he'll stop in the middle of that feeding and just stare at me like he's seeing straight into my soul. The expression on his face during those moments is unlike any other. I won't ever be able to capture it on camera but that's okay - it's almost sacred. I'll just have to burn it into my memory. In the morning I literally take a second to close my eyes to make sure I still remember it. He studies my face and I talk to him softly, telling him all the things I love about him..."Your hair that is sticking up all over the place, your chubby hands, your perfect ears, your round cheeks, your button nose, your Yadav mouth, your chunky thighs..." and I trace my fingers along his face and he smiles a quiet smile - not the huge gummy smile we get during the day but a closed-mouth peaceful smile. He listens intently to everything I say and we just stare at each other some more until we're both satisfied. When we've had our special mama & baby time, he goes back to nursing and eventually falls asleep. I lift him up to carry him to bed and his little feet still reach up to his bottom. He's still my tiny baby.
